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(Yes, yes, y'all, and ya don't stop, keep on, to the break of dawn) (4x) |
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Yyo... Put one up for shackle-me not clean logic procreation |
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I did not invent the wheel, |
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I was the crooked spoke adjacent |
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While the triple-sixers' lassos keep angels roped in the basement |
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I walk the block with a halo and a stick pokin' your patience. |
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Y'all catch a 30 second flash visual |
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Dirty cooperative med platoon, bloom, head-trip split ridiculous |
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Fathom the splicing of first generation ****-up with trickle-down anti-hero smack-- |
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Crackin'! |
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I pace me game for zero hour completion greetin' splash |
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Duke of early retirement, pick a dream, |
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American nightmare hoggin' the screen -- |
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I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in |
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If you'd stop followin' me 'round the jungle gym. |
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Now it's Honor and |
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I spell it with the |
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H I stole from |
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Heritage Merit crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teaming resonance |
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I promise: temperance towards breed with a leaning conscious |
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See, the creed acts sense responsive, but my sports supports the wattage, and |
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I'm sleeping now! (Wow!) |
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Yeah, the settlers laugh, |
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You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash! |
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You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother's flags into rags! |
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You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs! |
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You won't be laughing! |
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And I'll hang my boots to rest when |
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I'm impressed |
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So I triple knot 'em and forgot 'em. |
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This origami dream is beautiful, but man, those wings'll never leave the ground without a feather and a lottery ticket, |
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Now settle down. |
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All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way, |
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All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way. (2x) (Yes, yes, y'all, and ya don't stop, keep on, to the break of dawn) (4x) -- |
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Slacker bounded intimate tabloid headline with a pulse |
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Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time engulfed, divvy crumbs for the better souls |
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With seven deadly stains, adhere the blame to crystal conscience, |
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The result's a low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished. |
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Ok, link me to activism chain, activate street sweep |
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Plug deteriorating xenobit |
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Pendragon |
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I hock swords cores for the morbid spreading of mad men (Alley gospel) |
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Sinking yer |
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Lincoln-Log cabin and |
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Charlie Chaplin waddle -- |
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I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the badge dream sparkle in my brick wall windows |
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Another thick installment of one night in |
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Gotham without the wretched "Houston we have a problem --Attached to the festive batch of city goblins" |
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Who split holiday freak on a box-cut cinema high road bellow |
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Head gripped! |
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Watch red bricks turn yellow |
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Sort of similar to most backbones at camp |
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Icarus We're all feeling crimes congregating at pamper for bickering |
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Life's not a bitch! |
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Life is a beautiful woman |
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You only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy. |
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Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests |
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Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess. |
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Kiss the speaker wire; |
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Peter Pacifism pagan thresh hold |
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Stomach full of halo kibbles |
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Wings span cast black upon vigils |
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Here to duck hunt ticker tape vision and pick apart the pixels |
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I got a friend of polar nature, and it's all peace |
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When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast (Metal Captain) |
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This cat is asking if |
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I've seen his bit of lost passion |
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I told him yeah, but only when |
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I pedaled past him. |
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All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way, |
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All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day, put the pieces back together my way. (2x) (Yes, yes, y'all, and ya don't stop, keep on, to the break of dawn) (4x) |
